The Everything Test

Following the trend after spying it on Scot's blog.

   

The Everything Test

    There are many different types of tests on the internet today. Personality tests,     purity tests, stereotype tests, political tests. But now, there is one test to rule them all.

    Traditionally, online tests would ask certain questions about your musical tastes or clothing for a stereotype, your experiences for a purity test, or deep questions for a personality test.We're turning that upside down - all the questions affect all the results, and we've got some innovative results too! Enjoy :-)

   
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..>                             ..> Personality You are more logical than emotional, more concerned about self than concerned about others, more atheist than religious, more loner than dependent, more workaholic than lazy, more traditional than rebel, more engineering mind than artistic mind, more cynical than idealist, more leader than follower, and more extroverted than introverted. As for specific personality traits, you are romantic (71%), greedy (69%), horny (67%), intellectual (59%).

   
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..>                             ..> Stereotypes Prep 85% Young Professional 50% Old Geezer 50%

..>                             ..> Life Experience Sex 35% Substances 8% Travel 44%

   
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Politics             Your political views would best be described as Liberal, whom            you agree with around 39% of the time.

Socioeconomic             Your attitude toward life best associates you with Upper Class.            You make more than 94% of those who have taken this test,            and 36% more than the U.S. average.

   
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If your life was a movie, it would be rated PG-13.             By the way, your hottness rank is 67%, hotter than 73% of other test takers.

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(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/273981081)

My Profile Song (Männer sind Schweine)

Got a question about my current profile song, and I thought I'd entertain it here on my blog. The song is called "Männer sind Schweine", which means "Men are Pigs" in German, and it's by a punk rock band called Die Ärzte (The Doctors). It's very tongue-in-cheek, made even funnier by the fact that it is sung by an entirely all-male band. The song was a big hit in Germany several years ago, and you have to admit-- the tune is kinda catchy!

Here are the lyrics, with my best attempt at an English translation. Don't mind the boring sound of the English verse, you know how it goes-- things always get lost in translation :-D The player is attached here, so you can just click the play button and listen along while you read the lyrics :-)






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Hallo mein Schatz, ich liebe Dich Du bist die Einzige für mich Die anderen find' ich alle doof deswegen mach ich Dir den Hof		Hello my dear, I love you You are the only one for me I find all the others dumb therefore I want to go out with you
Du bist so anders, ganz speziell Ich merke so was immer schnell Jetzt zieh' Dich aus und leg' Dich hin Weil ich so verliebt in Dich bin		You are so different, so very special I always notice such things quickly Now take your clothes off and lie down Because I'm so in love with you
Gleich wird es dunkel, bald ist es Nacht Da ist ein Wort der Warnung angebracht:		It's getting dark, it will soon be night So here's a word of warning to heed:
Männer sind Schweine Traue ihnen nicht, mein Kind Sie wollen alle das Eine weil Männer nun mal so sind		Men are pigs Do not ever trust them, my child They all want only one thing Because that's how men are
Ein Mann fühlt sich erst dann als Mann wenn er es Dir besorgen kann Er lügt, dass sich die Balken biegen Nur um Dich ins Bett zu kriegen		A man feels very manly only when he can give it to you He'll lie and promise you the moon Just to get you in the sack
Und dann, am nächsten Morgen weiss er nicht einmal mehr, wie Du heisst Rücksichtslos und ungehemmt Gefühle sind ihm völlig fremd		And then, the next morning He won't even remember your name Inconsiderate and unrestrained, He's a complete stranger to emotions
Für ihn ist Liebe gleich Samenverlust Mädchen sei Dir dessen stets bewusst:		He equates love with giving you his seed So girls, always be aware:
Männer sind Schweine Frage nicht nach Sonnenschein Ausnahmen gibt's leider keine in jedem Mann steckt auch immer ein Schwein		Men are pigs Don't expect eternal sunshine Unfortunately there are no exceptions Because every man has an inner pig
Männer sind Säue Glaube ihnen nicht ein Wort sie schwören dir ewige Treue und dann am nächsten Morgen sind sie fort		Men are sows Don't believe a word they say They will swear everlasting faithfulness and then disappear the very next morning
(Spoken) "Männer!? Diese schrecklichen haarigen Biester! Die einen immer antatschen müssen! U-u-und dabei wollen sie alle nur das selbe von einem Mädchen!"		(Spoken) Men!? Those awful, hairy beasts! They have to feel up everything! A-a-and they all want the same thing from a girl!
Und falls Du doch den Fehler machts und Dir 'nen Ehemann anlachst mutiert Dein Rosenkavalier bald nach der Hochzeit auch zum Tier		And if you still make the mistake of letting yourself get hitched your knight in shining armor will turn into an animal shortly after the wedding
Da zeigt er dann sein wahres Ich ganz unrasiert und widerlich trinkt Bier, sieht fern und wird schnell fett und rülpst und furzt im Ehebett		Then he'll finally reveal his true self Unshaven and disgusting drinks beer, watches TV and gets fat quick and burps and farts in your bed
Dann hast du King Kong zum Ehemann darum sag' ich Dir, denk bitte stets daran:		Then you'll have King Kong for a husband Therefore I say to you, always remember:
Männer sind Schweine Traue ihnen nicht mein Kind sie wollen alle nur das Eine für wahre Liebe sind sie blind		Men are pigs Do not ever trust them, my child They all want only one thing They are blind to what true love really is
Männer sind Ratten Begegne ihnen nur mit List Sie wollen alles begatten was nicht bei drei auf den Bäumen ist		Men are rats Approach them with great caution They want to fuck everything That has a pulse
Männer sind Schweine Frage nicht nach Sonnenschein Ausnahmen gibt's leider keine in jedem Mann steckt auch immer ein Schwein		Men are pigs Don't expect eternal sunshine Unfortunately there are no exceptions Because every man has an inner pig
Männer sind Autos nur ohne Reserverad Yeah, yeah, yeaaahhh...		Men are cars that lack a spare tire Yeah, yeah, yeaaahhh...

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/273642286)

Missing the Unknown

Myspace is full of endless amusement. My email Inbox just vomited a bunch of "New Myspace Message" notifications all within the span of a single minute. No surprise, it was spam. But what amused me more was the lame attempts at making the messages look a little more personal than the flat-out spam they obviously were. I had 8 messages, all sent at the exact same time.

Two began with:
"why dont we talk much anymore? too good for me or something? hit me back sometime, geez."

Two had a similar vein:
"WHERE HAV U BEEN?! you keep ignoring mE dammit! LOL!"

As did this one:
"hey why dont you ever msg me anymore? well i found this site and i thought about u."

Three started off with the usual "nice profile" dealie.

And of course, all of them ended with the website they were trying to promote.

It made me giggle, and ordinarily I wouldn't bother blogging about it, but hey-- I wasn't aware that I was remiss in not talking more often to people I'd never heard of (and that frankly, don't even exist :-P).

Gotta hand it to the spammers-- at least the profiles weren't blank, they all had pictures and regular-sounding names to make them look like real people!

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/272370162)

There's No Denying It

I have tried, in vain, on more than occasion to deny Todd's parentage. Well, there's no denying that I'm his Mommy, but his Daddy's "true identity" has been some source of contention many a time. I always try to deny that he's really Allan's son. All Allan has to do is point out Todd's big ears, his freakishly tall height, and his cleft chin to prove it's his son. And let's not even point out the obvious: it's physically impossible for anyone else to be Todd's father.

Still, I clung tenaciously to my denial.

Then came last weekend, whereupon I captured some video that sealed the deal. And it's not in my favor. After this, there's no more denying that my little man has Knight blood in him. What else would explain these bizarre actions and ensuing rationale? See for yourself:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/270909118)

When in Rome...

Amidst the flurry of profile comments that were flying around (mostly from Lisa in the UK, and one from Scot in Michigan) this past hour, I noticed something unusual when the email notifications finally caught up once Outlook Express downloaded them.

Here is a snapshot of a couple entries in my Inbox:



Notice anything interesting? The title for Scot's comment has the date in MM/DD form and the time in 12-hour AM/PM form whereas the one for Lisa's comment follows the European standard: DD/MM and 24-hour timestamp.

I thought it was fascinating that the titles of those notifications matched not MY preferences/country-specific foibles, but those of the person who wrote the comment!

 (originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/270460021)

Read and Respond

This looked like fun, and it's a twist on the usual surveys and quizzes we mindlessly fill out:

Comment in my blog on this post, and...

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you. Or a random question that's not necessarily the most burning one ;-P
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your blog.

Remember: you're not supposed to answer any of these questions on here, all you have to do is leave a comment and I'll reply to it by answering those questions about YOU.

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/268234027)

And now, for a more somber post

I don't blog somber entries very often. The most serious I've ever gotten is a boring account of my life's events, or maybe getting on my soapbox and venting about something.

But when I browsed through Myspace's video section and came across this video, I HAD to blog it. Most of my friends who truly know me know that it takes a LOT to move me and even more to move me to tears. And I was quite misty-eyed by the end of this video.

As a brief synopsis, it's a video meant to tug at your heartstrings and remind people of why Breed-Specific Legislation (aka BSL) isn't a good idea. I'm sure you've all seen it-- proposed laws mandating the spaying/neutering of certain "dangerous" breeds (usually pit bulls and Rottweilers), even putting them to death. It's discrimination at its finest and fails to address the real problem: humans and their handling of animals. More often than not, it's irresponsible ownership that causes a dog's behavior.

I came across this website, which provides lots of useful information and good links about BSL. It's a term I'd never heard of until today (I looked it up when I kept seeing the acronym throughout the video). And I thought I'd spread the word:
http://www.stopbsl.com/index.htm

 Now get your hankies out for the video:



I had to come back and edit this post to add a video I found that featured the second-most-targeted breed (and, in case you couldn't tell from my previous postings and avatars, my favorite dog), the Rottweiler:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/267578474)

Don't Mess with Granny

I was browsing through Google videos and this was the first one I happened to come across in their "Popular" section. You can see why it's in that category. Now, given my road rage stories, I am no saint when it comes to dealing with pedestrians taking their sweet time crossing the road. But come on-- this is an old lady for heaven's sake! Is honking and revving the engine really gonna magically make her old legs work better?

So it was particularly amusing to watch her give the Mercedes-flaunting yuppie his just desserts :-D




(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/267175553)

Proof That Cats are Evil

Nearly a year ago I blogged with glee a video that had me in stitches everytime I saw it. As I have a natural aversion to cats, I thought I'd spread the hilarity on my Grab blog:

http://blogs.grab.com/hellykwee/214566

And while most people also found it funny, I was chastised a few times for my active dislike of cats. So, I present to you today: proof that cats really ARE the spawn of Satan himself. Cover your ears (and Scot-- please don't kill me! ):




(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/266076245)

Lisa's Soulmate, Part 2

Hehehe... I swear, my Myspace blog is turning into a "Working Daze" repository.

This entry is sort of a continuation of this one, where I found Lisa's BG-loving soulmate in the form of a geek cartoon character on the comic strip "Working Daze". Here he is again, putting it all into perspective once more:



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/265781559)

Road Rage, justified

Snippet of a phone conversation between me and Allan a while ago:

Allan: I love you
Helly: IDIOT! Freakin' moron!!

Surprisingly, we have conversations like this fairly often.

More surprisingly, Allan hasn't been deterred from talking to me on the phone. Why? You'll see...

Inspired by Ryan's blog entry about the top road rage cities in the country, I decided to compile a few personal incidents that illustrate why Los Angeles deserves its spot in the Top 5.

Of course, in my stories, the person suffering from acute road rage is... me.

Long ago, I blogged about some of my pet peeves. It wasn't until I'd finished and re-read it that I realized how many of them were traffic-related (and categorized the list accordingly).

As you can tell from my "pet peeves" entry, cruising in the passing (or left, here in the US) lane really irks me. I find it riskier to have to pass someone on the right, and hate having to be in such a position. Then one morning on the way to work, someone decided to take that concept to a whole new level. After having driven on German roads and the Autobahn for 4 years, I was very appreciative of the fact that California freeways have practically endless merging room for on-ramps. I was cruising merrily along in the rightmost lane, spied a pickup truck getting on the freeway, and sped up a little so I could get out of his way, as he wasn't going fast enough to pass me by the time I reached the on-ramp. He merged behind me with plenty of room to spare. Next thing I knew, he shot out to try to pass me. Not in the left lane, which was empty. But to my right (the lane was still in merge stage and hadn't completely narrowed). You can bet that I leaned on my horn for several seconds straight while he was passing me. If I hadn't been watching him in my rearview mirror the entire time, I wouldn't have slowed down to make way for him, and we would've collided. Needless to say, the adrenalin was still pumping by the time I arrived at work 25 minutes later.

Every once in a while you find yourself in the wrong lane. Sometimes you're lucky and can shoot over to the correct lane (be it a freeway exit, or a right-turn lane on the street, or whatever) without impeding traffic because there's no cars behind you. No problem. But if not, does it really hurt to continue on until you get a chance to turn around and get back on track? Apparently not for some, who seem intent on nosing their way into the correct lane while inconveniencing those of us behind him. Like the time I pulled up to an intersection, going straight, while the cars in the right-turn-only lane next to me made their turns. When the light turned green, the guy in front of me decided to to try to turn right anyway, from OUR lane! Of course, he had to stop and wait for pedestrians to cross. I honked my horn at him to no avail, because now he was blocking me. Worse yet? He had the nerve to flip ME off for honking at him-- when he was making an illegal turn!!

Then there was the time I basically played chicken with a guy who apparently couldn't read all the road signs telling him he was going the wrong way down a one-way street. I flashed my high beams at him, tried honking my horn at him-- still didn't get the message. So I stayed my course in the middle of the very narrow road, head-on towards him, until, at the very last minute, he finally swerved into a parking lot along the road and got the hell out of the way. You can bet I was cussing up a blue streak all the while!

But motorists aren't the only ones out there who cause aggravation. Pedestrians can be equally bad. I will never forget the group of college students not only jaywalking, but ambling SLOWLY across the street. They moved so nonchalantly that I actually had to take a second look at the traffic light to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me and that I actually had the green light, not them. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting them, and when I blared my horn angrily at them, they simply looked up and stared at me with vacant expressions. They must've been either drunk or stoned, or both. Or maybe they just had a combined IQ of a pinhead.

I miss driving in Germany, where the majority of drivers had a healthy respect for the road. At the very least, with no speed limits in most parts of the country, you were bound to never get stuck behind granny doing 40mph in the left-most lane of the freeway!

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/265323986)

Roles Reversed

Yesterday's "One Big Happy" comic reminds me of Scot-- except with the roles reversed. Hee hee! ;-)



(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/264549216)

The Answer is "One Week"

Scot was the first to notice. Then came Lisa. We know that the age on the actual profile itself is updated on the correct date, the actual birthday. So we mused about how far in advance the blog info is updated before the profile. Scot guessed 3 days. Turns out the answer is: one week. I just checked my blog yesterday, and it had the correct info. Today it does not-- I'm not quite 30 yet! I still have a week to go! As Lisa would say, cheeky...

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/257636683)

Happy Birthday Lisa!

A jolly Happy Birthday to Lisa!

Here's a little personalized birthday greeting from Toddy.
Hope your day is a great one! 

Now come join me in wishing Lisa a very wonderful birthday! :-D

♥ Helly

(originally posted at: http://www.myspace.com/hellykwee/blog/256102900)

Social Networking at its finest

This "Working Daze" strip from a few days ago really cracks me up. So true, how something as insignificant as the ordering of one's "Myspace Top 8" can have such undue consequences and reactions.

I'll bet that when the creators of Myspace first implemented this feature, they never predicted effects and repercussions this far-reaching.